The other day, the Juju Woman received a call on her cell phone from a friend in Atlanta. We have lots of friends in Atlanta. She looked at the display, took the call, and said “Hey ******, how are you doing?” Well it wasn’t ******, it was a cab driver speaking in broken English…imagine that. Anyway, he said he had a fare who left their phone in his cab, and if they wanted it back…call ***-***-****. The Juju Woman calls me with the number, and I send ****** an email…obviously, I can’t call ****** because the multilingual cab driver has his phone.
****** got his phone back, and all is good. Gotta love technology. I think the Juju Woman is probably close to the top of ******’s alphabetical contacts, or maybe she was just the first person to answer the phone.
Anyway, an extra bowl of ice cream to the taxi driver…he could have called all his “out of country buddies”, and then thrown the phone out of the window.
I can’t make this shit up.
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Tester again
Yeah, I am lucky that driver was an honest man.